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Mary Iris Rose is enjoying retirement and now is passing the time sleeping on the computer and watching her DVD player. 
Today I buried my best friend in the lower corner of the garden where she spent most of her time. 
It is with a sad heart that I want to let everyone know that my beautiful Zoë has passed away. 
Zoë was a rescue puppy, her mother died when she was only 10 days old. Zoë was the runt of the litter and wasn’t expected to live. 
I took her home and fed her with a bottle, kept her warm and clean and by the time she was 5 weeks old she was starting to eat on her own. 
The first year was unique as Zoë wasn’t aware that she was a dog.  She had no social skills and it took me till she was two to train her. 
Once she caught on it was awesome, she is the only dog that would go for walks with out a lead and when I stopped, she would stop and wait for me. 
Some of her favorite times were when we would go to the blueberry field.  Zoë would run all around and then just stop and eat blueberries.  It was fun to watch her  do her little act. 
Zoë also loved to go to the garden with me, she would find the best place in the shade to rest.  Occasionally she would sneak a green bean or two. Zoë never walked on the veggies, she carefully went between the rows. 
At night Zoë would get up on the couch with me and curl up leaving me just enough room to get comfortable on the other end.  She really liked to have the blanket over her and yes she had her own pillow at the other end of the couch.  I really did spoil her, or did she have me spoiled.  
Their were many nights that one of the grandchildren would stay over, Zoë would make rounds and sleep on the floor next to the little ones bed.  If they would wake up in the middle of the night she came and got me. 
In her last years she just liked to lay on the big pillow I made just for her.  However if someone was coming down the road she would quickly get up and let out a couple of really loud barks.  

In the spring I will plant a special garden just for her , in honor of all the love she gave me and my family. 
I love you and will miss your ZO ZO!
Love MOM

"Zoe Dances with Porcupines" 
This is the day we brought Zoe home, she was 10 days old. 
Wearing a pink bow and wrapped  in Elizabeth's  favorite baby blanket, she was safe and in her new home. 
Three scruffy little kids all in a row, Carlos, Desiree and Andrea
This page is dedicated to Mary Rose, Mr. B my huge feral cat and the love of my life Zoe my dog.  You are all missed so much! 
Zoe Dances with Porcupines